my dog jumped up on my as i was pouring the sugar onto my rice krispies. the result was that my bowl of cereal resembled the rogue valley during the snow a couple of days ago. mmmm, sugar!

i just took some time to go through all the archives and catch myself up on what's been happening here at the site since it came back (and i disappeared). it wasn't terribly exciting, but some of it made me laugh (ian) although part of the time it was more out of confusion that anything else. oh well. 

before that i cleaned out all my old emails from my inboxes. here's the thing about that:

i, like any good packrat, will keep just about anything for its "sentimental value." and i can find some sort of sentiment in just about anything. emails are no exception. i had every intention of just selecting them all and then deleting them, but i just couldn't bring myself to do it. so i decided to read them one by one and then decide their fate (inbox or trashcan). i went all the way to the end and do you know what i found?

emails from long, long ago, some freshmen year of high school, a very large number of emails from the one and only, job. my sophomore year, when he and i were good about emailing one another, we would write very long, detailed emails about the silliest of things (i was [am] a very silly little girl back in the [to]day; chances are they were not [are not] even remotely funny, but he humored [humors] me in spite of it). i found emails from my sister from when she was in college, suffering through the same crap that i'm dealing with now. i found emails from my redheaded friend nathan, as he and i tried to figure out what the end of high school meant for our lives and everything we knew. i found appology emails from people, i found random forwards i had thought witty enough to save.

and as i deleted each one after reading it, i started to feel a little sad. by the time i was done i felt like i had just deleted whole pieces of my past. leave it to a packrat to get attached to emails.

but it gets worse: today i was filling in my new planner, putting peoples' bithdays in, etc, and i fould all these little pieces of paper, notes, random oddities and whatnot that i had stuck into my planner... i got a little sad at the thought of actually throwing away my old planner.

no i can't use it again, no it won't be of any use to me, but in those pages is an entire year of my life. how can i just throw that away? luckily i'm ridiculous about writing in my journal, so chances are i have all of that stuff documented and it shouldn't be a problem. but.... what if i should keep my old planner?

i am ridiculous.

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i feel like a rebel, like i'm being very sneaky-like. most everyone i know goes to class tomorrow and has already left to return to school; not i, said the fly. i'm still here at home, enjoying no alarms, no class, no work, nothing. haven't even thought about packing yet.

lucky me, i leave for london in six days. ooh, how nice that will be. and to think, i'm going to get three credits for spending two weeks in london! granted i'm going to have to write up four play critiques and write a paper, but i think i can handle it. hehe.... i do feel bad for everyone that has to go to class, though. i'm sorry. i love you. wish i were-- wait, no i don't.

i will have to pack soon, though. maybe tomorrow. maybe i won't leave until wednesday and i can wait to pack until tuesday. we'll see what strikes my fancy for the moment when the appropriate moment arrives.

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there is so much more i could write about right now. perhaps i'll wait. i don't know if i have the energy to write it all now. catching up will ensue in the near future.

----> on a side note, it took me entirely too long to type this post due to the fact that my fingers have apparently forgotten how to type properly and it has resulted in a large number of terrible typos. i appologize for any errors you might have found in this post.

until then,

always.....